After Coincidentally Saving the New Transfer Student’s Little Sister, We Gradually Grew Closer

We watched the animals slowly as Sasakawa's sacrifice (deserved it) allowed her to scatter them.

Especially Emma, who was grumpy until earlier, is in a very good mood now.

You know why?

- I was there.

There was a cat in this zoo.

Besides, we can even touch each other.

I just thought it was desperate inside, and this miracle is gratifying.

Thanks to Emma, Nico was smiling and playing with the cat.

'Come on, come on. Cat is cute......!

Emma, stroking the kitten's head with her little hands, smiled and talked with a very cute smile.

Is it nice for Emma to stroke the kitten too, rubbing her head off from herself?

"Right."

I replied briefly and watched Emma behave.

Kittens are cuter, too, but honestly Emma is cuter being deleaded by kittens.

... Speaking of which, is Emma wearing cat ears maybe to play with cats?

She's a young girl, so maybe she thought if she wore cat ears, she could be one of the cats.

Kids are pure, and they don't.

"- Nah?

"Nyah!

"Nha?

"Nyah! Nyah!"

............................................. Huh?

When I looked at you because I heard cat language suddenly, I hardened up unexpectedly.

There was Charlotte talking to the cat at her feet in cat language.

With a hug in my arm, I'm leaning down my little neck and I'm telling you.

The cat was also ringing aloud to respond to Mr. Charlotte's words.

What should I do?

He's so cute, but what's this kid doing?

I know if Emma does, but what Mr. Charlotte does is just confusing.

"Mr. Charlotte...?

"Cats are really cute, aren't they? I'd like to take you home."

Mr. Charlotte doesn't take his gaze off the cat because he doesn't even notice me being confused.

Apparently, she has nothing to be ashamed of when she sees you talking in cat language.

... Well, it's cute, okay?

I didn't even think I needed to think deeply about it. I stare at the cat at my feet, just like Mr. Charlotte.

Then the cat opened her mouth wide to yawn, and then she stared into Jee's and mine eyes.

What is it?

Is there something you'd like to say?

"Don't you want your cat to stroke you?

"No, then you'd rub your head against your feet..."

One way or another, I wonder if they're skipping cancer.

I turned away from the cat.

Knowledge gained in some book before, but cats seem to turn a blind eye when they have no hostility, and vice versa, when they are alert or contending.

... Well, this isn't absolute either.

If you're as close as the owner is, there are times when you want some kind of appeal such as rice.

But naturally I'm not the owner of this cat, let alone close.

That's why they must be wary.

... The cat here who should be used to people is a little less alert...

Could it be that Mr. Charlotte didn't like me?

No way......

I didn't think a cat would have that kind of thought, and I changed my mind.

"Aoyagi?

"Hmm?"

"How did you get out of sight of the cat now?

You were staring at my face, and Mr. Charlotte seemed concerned that I had taken my gaze off the cat.

"Because if a cat stares at me, it seems polite to look away. Basic cats are creatures that don't even look at each other. They're trying not to make it a futile fight."

"Heh... Aoyagi, you're an expert..."

"No, I have trouble being told I'm an expert in one cat knowledge..."

I replied with a bitter laugh to Mr. Charlotte, who stared at me like I was impressed.

Mr. Charlotte also understood the meaning of the word "knowledge" and would have just used it in the Aya of the Word, but it's not very nice to be perceived as a great deal.

Well, though, I'm honestly glad Mr. Charlotte impressed me.

It's still a pleasure to be recognized by a conscious opponent.

"Aoyagi, you like cats too, don't you?

"Right. I think it's my favorite animal."

"I like cats the best too. We have the same taste."

Are you happy that you like the same animal, Mr. Charlotte loosened his cheek?

I'm glad it suits my taste with her, even with me.

It would be nice to have the same thing with someone who everyone is aware of.

Well, in Mr. Charlotte's case, I'm just glad he's like a friend.

"Nyah."

As I nodded at Mr. Charlotte's words, a cat rubbed against my leg.

The cat is rubbing its head against my feet and is getting sleazy and sweet.

Somehow I reached out to the cat and stroked her head, her eyes narrowed as if she felt good, rattling her gobbly throat.

And it rubs off even more.

If this cat...

I try to wrap my cat's buttocks and hind legs with my right hand and turn my left hand around the cat's stomach.

Confirming that he didn't dislike it, he held the cat up in a way that made him sit on his right arm.

"Oh, you're not running away from holding a cat"

"Oh, a lot of cats don't like it, but some don't seem to like cats sweetening like this. Seems like there's a trick to the way you hold him, and I guess I don't feel like cats either because I'm doing what I do."

"I see..."

Mr. Charlotte stares jealously at the cat in my arms.

Maybe he wants to give himself a hug too.

But I'm not sure I can hold it well, so I guess it feels like I'm watching.

- Quick.

Hmm...?

When Mr. Charlotte and the cat are distracted, someone pulls the sleeve of his clothes.

I turned my gaze and for some reason Emma was standing with her cheeks swollen to bread.

"Emma? What's wrong with swelling your cheeks?

Emma, who was supposed to be playing in a good mood until earlier, showed her stubbornness, so I'll ask Emma why.

Then Emma stared at me with her arms wide open with her cheeks swollen.

And...

"Pussy."

- He asked for a hug, as if he were telling me to hold myself, not a cat.